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 Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 5:31 pm
Sharp little baby fangs snapped together, creating a soft click sound as the colt chased after a rabbit. A loud ba-dum sound repeated itself over and over in the colt's ears as his heart pounded in his chest and throat. Gangly legs reached as far as they could, carrying the tiny body recklessly across the landscape as the young kalona foal's eyes narrowed on the white pelted rabbit. Soon it would be his afternoon snack. Just as he was about to rip the fluffy creature a new one, it slipped into a hole. Ahriman's hoof got caught in the very hole the rabbit dove into, causing him to lose his balance. Soon, he came tumbling down in a heap of blacks, whites, and reds.
The colt shook his head and sneezed as a puff of dust flew up in the air around him. His dark eyes quickly glanced back at the hole he had tripped over. Quickly, he attempted to push himself back up onto his gangly legs. After two tries, his legs were securely under the white and red body. He snorted as he stretched out his neck then the two large wings that were once folded tight against his back. Nothing was broken, whew. Mother would have been furious if she knew he had hurt himself in such a careless manner.
Ahriman soon looked around the terrain, knowing that it wasn't safe for an ordinary little foal to be out in the forest alone. Lucky for Ahriman, he was no ordinary foal. The two potential threats were kalonas and skinwalkers, one of which he appeared to be. He smiled as he puffed out his chest, proud to be able to say that he was a kalona, one of the fearsome breeds... but that was all he knew. They were fearsome, but what else made them so special? He needed to know! His lack of knowledge was killing him and now, Ahriman had a quest for the rest of the day, until his mother called: To figure out what it meant to be a kalona.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 4:37 pm
 He had heard the crashing and bumbling around, and his head snapped up at the thought of a potential meal. Nemesis had never been very picky about food, and if it was alive and kicking... well, then it was fair game. At least, that was how it used to be. He was a little less bloodthirsty towards the lesser races as of late, his thoughts preoccupied with more important matters. Still, his movements were silent as he wove his way closer, keeping to the shadows.
The colt stood out with his white pelt, and it was impossible to miss the wings, the horns, and the tail. This foal was of kalona descent, and Nemesis wasn't sure whether to be pleased, or wary. As massive and powerful as he was, he had no desire to get between a protective, wrathful mother and her child. The tip of his spaded tail swung slowly, back and forth, back and forth.
"You should not wander far from your mother," He finally rumbled at long last, studying the youngling with one sanguine eye. Children had never been his strong suit. They were strange, otherworldly creatures. "Not everything in the shadows will be as friendly as I." And if he was considered friendly... well, the other options weren't looking good.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 5:46 pm
A new scent was heavy in the air. The young colt's nostrils flared as his pitch black eyes darted about. Someone or something was out there. Perhaps a predator of some sort, lurking amongst the shadows? Or was the colt's imagination just going wild and it was a simple deer attempting to stay well hidden among the trees. Either way, the colt was now on edge. If someone were out there, he hoped to find them before they could sneak up and attack.
When the deep voice drifted to the colt's ears, he quickly jumped and spun in the direction of the kalona stallion. Dark eyes now focused on the very thing he was once searching for. He almost didn't catch what the older male said. This male was not one to be fearful of, it seemed, but Ahriman remained untrusting. "My mother is not far away... she would come running if I called out to her," Although it wasn't the truth, Ahriman almost even had himself convinced of the fib.
The white colt peered up at the black and red glittering stallion. His muzzle twitched as he took in the scents of the forest, including the male that stood before him. A curious stare suddenly glazed over the colt's black eyes as his head tilted slowly to the side, the dream catcher weaved in his mane swayed back and forth as he did so. "So... why are you so 'friendly'?" His voice was almost a whisper now as he attempted refrain from insulting the male if being identified as friendly was considered an insult to the black beast.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 1:21 pm
His blackened muzzle curled at such a bold statement, amused. It was a fair warning--few would be foolish enough to go hoof-to-hoof with a protective mother. "If you had the chance to yell, then I would say it was a worthy defense." The stallion said. If a Skinwalker struck and broke the colt's neck with one, lightning-fast blow, his mother might never know he was missing until it was too late.
"Because you are the future of the Kalona race. Our numbers are thin and dwindling. It is rare to see younglings of pure blood." Very rare indeed. Nemesis was brutal and harsh in most aspects, but touching foals of his own kind was something despicable.
His ears twitched for a moment, nostrils flaring as he breathed in. The mother may have been close by, indeed--but not as close as the little colt had suggested. "Do you know the nobility of your blood?" Nemesis questioned after a time, his baleful stare pinning itself to younger. That was important.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 11:27 am
Dark eyes widened slightly as he listened to the older kalona. What if he hadn't the chance to call out for help, then what? This stallion had a point which sent a chill up the young colt's spine. Perhaps the colt needed a bit of training. He couldn't rely on his mother to protect him all his life. What else did this stallion know? That one sentence, that one thought had caused the stallion to instantly gain the colts respect. What else could he learn from this elder male.
Ahriman was quick to listen to the stallion as he spoke once more. He allowed all of his attention to focus and absorb the information like a sponge. The colt yearned for more information that his mother did not share. "Pure blood?" His spaded tail lashed.
It was now obvious the colt had no idea what the stallion spoke about. Nobility of blood? Quirking a brow, Ahriman shook his head slowly. "My mother does not speak of such things." Perhaps it was due to her hatred of kalona or the fact that the colt had never really bothered to ask such questions. Curiosity buzzed in the colt's skull. Maybe just maybe some questions could be answered with the help of this stranger. Tsunake I'm sorry this took so long!
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 1:21 pm
There was an eagerness in this youth that was refreshing to see. Some simply did not care about their heritage, but if he could at least instill some sense of pride in this young colt, that would be enough. "The blood of the dark lord, Kalona, runs within you. Once, there were many of us. We were proud and arrogant creatures. Because of that pride, our numbers have dwindled--to the point where extinction is a real threat."
Silence fell for a moment, and his powerful tail flicked against his flanks for a moment. "As a kalona, you are better than the other races. Stronger. Smarter. You must always remember that."
There was more to being a kalona than words could describe, but Nemesis was attempting to do his best. "Your mother. She has not told you about the importance of your blood?"
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